A rhapsody of words.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act iii, Sc. 4
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet
-- Act iii, Sc. 4
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- Such an act
That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii... - What act
That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii... - A king of shreds and patches.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.... - At your age
The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii... - Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.... - Dead, for a ducat, dead!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.... - False as dicers' oaths.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.... - For 't is the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii... - How is 't with you,
That you do bend your eye on vacancy?
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii...
